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He knows that Katsuki is cruel, and for the sake of looking down on him he could do something like this. But even so, if it was just to mess with him, Katsuki of all people should know better than to expect years of punches and cruel taunts will make him say yes.

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Will lifted off the lid and pushed away the tissue paper and almost laughed. "I can’t believe you walked into a store and bought plaid flannel anything. What is this?"

He held it up and stopped laughing. It was just a nightgown, not particularly feminine, more an oversized shirt than anything else, but still, like the apron, clearly not made for a man. No lace, no ruffles. Just pearl white buttons halfway down the front. Cut up on the sides high enough to show his thighs.

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He doesn’t belong here.

It’s the first thought that crosses Derek’s mind as he watches the new inmates spill into the cafeteria. The kid stays close to the wall, eyes scanning all the exits and skimming over the tables. If he’s trying to get a barring for his surroundings he’s doing a shit job of it, something made completely evident as Lewis shoulders him from behind and the kid almost jumps to flatten himself against the wall.

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Stiles is the new inmate at Derek's prison. He really didn't expect to fall in love with the mouthy little brat.

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When Sesshoumaru unknowingly angers an enchantress, he finds himself in the grip of a cruel curse. Alone, discarded, frozen and forgotten, he prepares to accept his fate - until the hanyou brother he'd never acknowledged becomes his one chance at freedom.

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Shit.

The word buzzed around Saitama’s skull like a mosquito, one he truly had no chance of squashing between his fingers. Shit, he thought, observing his disciple/roommate/best friend as he scrubbed furiously at a spot on the floor with a rag. He was on his knees, bent forward slightly, putting all his weight into removing an ugly soy sauce stain.